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Travelling in the 90s – Delphi

To resume my Travelling in the 90s series (in which I share extracts from my original travel journal with minimal editing to marvel at how different things were back then), we now head to the ancient Greek town of Delphi.

(Here’s the first post in the series — Athens. And here’s an introduction.)

It’s now the second day of my big adventure. During the planning stage, Delphi has been one of the focal points of my entire trip — after I read a couple of fabulous novels set there, most notably Mary Stewart’s My Brother Michael — so my expectations are HIGH to say the least…

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[Mon 29 November, 1993] You’d think that Delphi would know that I was coming and therefore present a beautiful clear winter’s day. No such luck. It’s pouring with rain and has done all day. Nothing is inspiring when it drizzles all day.

We arrived in Delphi (on the bus) just after 1:30pm and walked up to the tourist office where we picked up a map of Delphi and were told the hotels we should check out. We went to one called Pension Odysseus and have a clean, neat two-bed room with no heat — but it does have a view!! (I rather expect that anywhere in Delphi would have a view.) After we settled in we trudged down to a taverna which the guide book recommended (and there are many — in fact Delphi seems to consist entirely of hotels (34), restaurants and tavernas, and gift shops) and had a lovely lunch of spaghetti bolognaise at about 3:00pm. Then we wandered around Delphi until about 5:30pm.

We decided not to visit ancient Delphi yet because we thought we’d like a whole day, and I’m praying that it’s not raining tomorrow! I’ve been looking forward to my picnic in Delphi for so long now that it’s not allowed to rain — and we even smuggled some wine off the plane for the occasion! Anyway our wander in the rain was quite enjoyable — although it’s slightly depressing at how run-down everything is. Some parts of the town are quite charming though, with new paving, refurbished street lights etc. Most of the tavernas advertise “coffee, toast, ouzo etc” or combinations.

[Tues 30 November, 1993] Today has been amazing. I suppose for the purpose of making sense I should start at the beginning and progress, however it’s so difficult to keep to such a rigid format (particularly when I’m three parts sozzled with the local wine).

diary - delphi

Recall that yesterday was a dismal, depressing mess. Well today (after a FREEZING night) dawned with clear blue skies and lots of sunshine. The relief I was feeling is unexplainable. There is something that makes the dampening (ha ha) of lifted spirits and expectation (ie. Delphi) so impossible and incomprehensible, that today HAD to be nice because we were going to see ancient Delphi.

The minute I realised that it was NOT raining and was in fact simply BEAMING with sunshine I was up and out of bed, thrusting open the shutters covering the doors to our little balcony, and simply singing for joy. The time was 8:00am and the day’s photofest started about then. We had breakfast in a little cafe we’d spotted on our walk yesterday — coffee, juice, toast and cake! Following breakfast we purchased some tzatziki for lunch and strode off down the road towards ancient Delphi, very soon stripping off layers because of the sun.

Delphi is magic. The sight of those ancient pillars reaching for the blue sky, backed by either rocky mountains or a deep blue-green valley (depending on perspective) really made me want to sing. Unfortunately, according to the signs at the front, singing was prohibited! (As was entering the site in a bathing suit.) DAMN!

Anyway, the only disappointment was not being able to climb up the seats of the ancient theatre — the bit I was rather looking forward to. It was roped off, although we were allowed on the base section. Nevertheless, just looking over the ruins on the mountainside gave me much pleasure. [Ellen 2013: Can’t believe I omitted this, but I did make a point of reciting my Hamlet soliloquy from the sweet spot at the theatre’s base.]

Amazing Delphi: Top – dreary drizzle upon arrival; Middle – Hamlet recital in the ancient theatre; Bottom – picnic in the stadium. *

After the theatre we wandered up to the stadium, and stayed there for ages. Eventually we thought perhaps we’d go see the other ruins, and looked properly at the Temple of Apollo and then the Temple of Athena, the Tholos, and the gymnasium which were further down the mountain. It was all amazing.

Unfortunately, our room is rather cold. There is no heater (at least there is, but it doesn’t work). So at the end of the day we sought out another cafe for some coffee. Following this, we had a post-card writing session and then went to a taverna which a local had recommended for dinner. The proprietor was lovely and spoke excellent English (having lived in New York) and was very helpful. We sat at a table closest to the heater and drank home-made wine (at least, I drank most of it). Back in our room now, I have pulled out my sleeping bag.

A few more things have struck me about Greece (and Delphi in particular):

  • Everyone smokes!
  • At tavernas you are served bread or water or both regardless of whether you order it.
  • Ditto for OJ with breakfast.
  • All the houses in Delphi have rocks placed on their roofs to prevent the tiles from being blown/washed off.

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To this day, Delphi remains one of my travel highlights and I would love to visit it again. Once upon a time you could wander around the ancient ruins whenever you liked for free — we weren’t lucky enough to experience this, although I suspect the crowds now, 20 years later, would be substantially more intrusive. We didn’t see too many people on that memorable day.

Has a place ever captured your imagination so thoroughly that you’ve planned a holiday around it? Have you been to Delphi? I’d love to hear some shared experiences.

 

* More photos of photos… sorry


Travelling in the 90s – A bit of background

As often happens, the morning after publishing the first post in the Travelling in the 90s series (and thanks for the positive feedback, everyone) I thought of a heap more things I should have said by way of introduction.

It’s been on my mind all day, so at the risk of overdoing it for week 1, I thought I’d take several steps back and provide a little more background.

The trip in question took place between end-November 1993 and February 1994 (which is the long summer break in Australia). My friend and I spent pretty much the whole year planning it during our final year as engineering undergraduates, and it was quite the most exciting thing I’d ever done in my life.

My travel journal was a cheap spiral-bound notebook (Exhibit A), to which I had taped a print-out of Hamlet’s soliloquy from Act Two-Scene Two: I have of late, wherefore I know not, lost all my mirth… This was for me to recite in all the Greek and Roman theatres, you understand. (This speech being a favourite of mine following Richard E Grant’s memorable rendition in the film, Withnail and I.)

Inside this soon-to-be-battered travel journal I taped every ticket, pamphlet etc I picked up along the way. One of the covers ripped off in time and I stitched it on again with my emergency needle and thread — which, of course, all good backpackers carry ~ heh.

In short, this travel journal was probably my single most treasured possession during my travels. Every spare moment (waiting for trains/buses… idyllic lunch stops… evenings in youth hostels…) was spent writing in it by hand (Exhibit B).

This is such a stark contrast to my most recent big trip in 2010-2011, when I travelled with a small computer and spent just about evening blogging in bed with free WiFi, including digital photos snatched from my SD card (I didn’t even have a smart phone then).

When I recently came across a printed-out version of that first travel journal — which had been written with an audience in mind (admittedly parents and grandparents) — I started reading through it and was instantly struck by how different it was back then.

Journalling aside, this was a time when we were pretty much completely cut off from friends and family on the other side of the world.

We did not have mobile phones. There were no text messages to our families to advise of our safe arrival. There were no facebook or other social media to help us keep track of what was going on at home — nor any means of us instantly letting everyone know what a fabulous time we were having.

Instead, we wrote postcards, copious numbers of them. I remember having a long list of people I needed to send a postcard to — and pages of handwritten addresses. This was the only way our friends and relatives heard about our adventures. Occasionally — very occasionally — we would find a public telephone and call our parents.

If our families needed to get information to us… they couldn’t. At least not in the early stages.

Embarking on an adventure like this was huge. We were completely on our own, fending for ourselves in the big wide world. And boy was it thrilling.

Figuring out where to go and how to get around was different back then too. Our Lonely Planet guide book was our bible. We also came to rely upon scouts at train stations for basic accommodation.

These days, it’s a matter of jumping on a web site and booking ahead online.

These days, you have the option of GPS and Google Maps to help identify where you might happen to be, or where you need to go — so long as you can find free WiFi.

On that first day in Athens, we procured a tourist map (Exhibit C) as mentioned in yesterday’s post. That map — and others like it for different cities — showed us our path. (If you look closely at the photo of the Athens map you can see the pink line, drawn on by me, marking our walking route around that wonderful old city.)

At least that’s one thing that hasn’t changed. I still like procuring tourist maps in new cities and taking myself on a self-guided walking tour. Until mobile data is cheaper for roaming, I guess a paper map is the only practical option.

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So that’s what has prompted me to revisit my old travel journal and share the thrilling adventures from 20 years ago. I find the contrast in perspectives — born of many factors — fascinating. And the 1990s really don’t seem all that long ago!

 

Can you remember a time when travelling was a complete escape? Do you think we’ve lost something important in this modern era of connectedness? Should we travel and leave our smart phones and computers at home (eek!)?

 


And now for some blog joy

A few days ago I was talking about writing with joy — but now it seems blogging with joy can be good too.

I was thrilled a couple of days ago to be tagged by The Hyperteller for the ‘Tell me about yourself’ award. Perhaps I’m a little more excited than is warranted, but it’s so nice to have people read, comment, and now acknowledge my blog. Since I diversified content at the start of this year, I’ve been trying to figure out which types of posts are of most interest to readers, but to be honest it’s quite hard to tell!

Anyway, thanks Hyperteller for the vote of confidence.

And now I’m supposed to share seven things about me. Before I start (and right now I have no idea what I’m going to write) I’ll let you know I already came up with seven things in January, when the Versatile Blogger recognition was bestowed upon me. (Actually, Mike Schulenberg nominated me again about six weeks ago, and I never thanked him — oops. Thanks, Mike!) So if you’re really interested, and would in fact like to know 14 things about me in total, you could check out this post as well.

But now, seven new things:

1. I think Farscape is just about the best TV series ever. Who ever would’ve thought a science fiction series with muppets would work? But it did and it was awesome. The ensemble of disparate (and desperate) characters, each with their own agenda, coupled with the sheer creative brilliance and humour of the writers, made for a wonderful series that tackled deep issues but didn’t take itself too seriously. I recently re-watched all four seasons, and felt tempted to go straight back to the beginning again. If you haven’t already, check it out!

2. My favourite scene in the iconic BBC production of Pride and Prejudice (the one with Colin Firth and Jennifer Ehle) isn’t that scene, but the one that comes after it. Most women will know what I mean by that scene, but for the uninitiated, it’s the one where Mr Darcy strips off his outer garments and dives into the lake. Anyway, while this is truly a piece of art, I absolutely love the following scene, when Elizabeth is strolling through the grounds of Pemberleigh and comes across Darcy returning to the house (somewhat deshabille). Her embarrassment and mortification at being sprung checking out his magnificent abode, so soon after rejecting his suit, are so exactly how I imagine that scene in the book. Brilliance.

3. My boots are my current favourite item of ‘clothing’. I honestly don’t know why it’s taken so many years to buy a pair of long black boots; but now I have them I’m totally hooked. I’ve changed my entire mode of dressing to accommodate them. Once you wouldn’t have seen me dead in a dress; now I put one on every other day. This has of course necessitated more shopping to acquire said dresses. And leggings. And skinny jeans to wear under the boots. I’m obsessed, I tell you!

4. I have a decided fondness for cake. This may not come as a total surprise, given my post about a vanilla slices a while back, but you may not appreciate the extent of the devotion with which I worship at the temple of cake. Favourites include tira misu, baked cheesecake, chocolate mud cake (and any variation that involves caramel or mars bars or toblerone…), citrus tart, anything involving custard, anything involving almond (I’ve just devoured two WeightWatchers cherry Bakewell tarts), flourless orange cake… Show me an old-fashioned English high tea and I’m there — the most famous I’ve sampled are those at the Pump House in Bath, England… and at the Raffles Hotel in Singapore. Check out this photo of the Hopetoun Tearooms in Melbourne (vanilla slices bottom right):

5. My favourite Mr Man is Mr Tickle. Enough said.

6. Part of me would love to live in a cute English cottage with a thatched roof, uneven timber floors, and low ceilings. This cottage would have brilliant insulation, an open fire, and state-of-the art electrical wiring to accommodate my broadband internet, home entertainment system and computer setup. Said cottage would be located in a quaint village — or it could be positioned on the edge of a cliff or halfway up a secluded mountainside. And that would be my writing cave.

7. My favourite travel destinations are those where I can soak up history and culture. It’s possible my all-time highlight is still Delphi in Greece, which was one of the first overseas places I ever visited almost 20 years ago. It’s such a magical site, with its Temple of Apollo and ancient theatre, and that magnificent view down the valley. No matter where I go in the world, I gravitate towards the ancient monuments, the old castles and forts, the traditional marketplaces. A walking tour is always first on the agenda. I like to do things when I travel. I’m not one for a beach holiday. Here’s a photo I took on my last trip. It’s the magnificent Roman Aqueduct in Segovia, Spain.

And now for the part where I tag seven other friendly bloggers for the next round. This bit is really hard, because when I count them up, I’m reading and enjoying way more than seven blogs… Arrrgh! But I do have to leave some for others to tag, I guess… Without further ado, here are the seven. I’ll leave it to them whether they want to play or not, but check out their blogs!

  1. Tami Clayton
  2. Liv Rancourt
  3. Sara Walpert Foster
  4. Mike Schulenberg
  5. Nikki McCormack
  6. Kim Griffin
  7. Elaine Smothers

That’s it from me, for now! Let me know what you think.


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